A/N A snippet from my Day 15 Whumptober fic, which I am tragically still working on. Better late than never, right? :)
Resignation
"Kriff you," Luke groaned miserably, turning away from him and burying his face into his pillow so that his voice became muffled. "I hope you have a terrible day."
"Considering the fools I work with, that is highly likely." Vader allowed tolerantly. He searched along their bond for a brief moment and then after a few seconds, picked up another blanket from a nearby chair and chucked it across the room so that it landed on Luke's face with a soft whump.
Resigned irritation flickered between them and Vader smirked when Luke did nothing except lay there underneath it.
"Call me if you need anything." he said, turning to leave. He made it all the way to the door before Luke spoke again, barely audible.
"I don't need you to help me," Luke muttered quietly. "I can handle things myself."
"Maybe so, but the next time you decide to engage in an altercation with an Imperial garrison, I would recommend that you don't get shot."
I love these two idiots. Thanks for reading! :D